Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Monks,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.